S*X WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ

ILL

med with a notification. My phone is on silent but that dim glow caugh

own number. A client mayb

one and tapped t

tting a text from an unknown number is one thing, no introduction after that text is another. I

want to know if someone needs to get some work done and why th

hand and exhaled, st

grill. One of R

l for women to fawn over me. I just never e

'Okay. Why the u

? I would really love

but to accept this invitation. It's rare for a lady to get me in

. Whe

ked. She wants to talk over drinks in a club? I chuckled. What an inte

t the grill party was to invite only females so I know it's a lady. No

ir comfortably. Tonight will be my night off. I can worry about to

AZE

I'm half drunk anyway so I don't care. I whisked the glass in my

own my throat at once. At this point, I might get lai

submitting to none, while feeding their eye desires. At least, in a place like a club. But none of that m

n the counter. Submitting my heart to someone got me shattered.

aking my card back. He gave it back to me along with my tip and made himse

form. The man's hair is perfectly styled, nothing too much but decently attractive. He has thic

talk about how broad his shoulders are. How yummy he looks

ng to get him o

he was this alluring. I also did not give him much credit earlier

heater's

like I expected. I could tell he does not want to be friends. He w

ith the counter stand. Giving out an alias would've been smarter but I want my

ff as uninterested as ever even though I'm practically stripping him naked in my mi

together. I am supposed to be sad. Enraged even, but this man takes every nega

tal

ome whiskey down my throat to cover this

He leaned his hand forward and took my glass from me. "Perm

face. He stroked the end of my lips with a lazy finger covered with a handkerchief.

ut

d. "I'm anythi

se, he didn't get offended. "You definitely are cute. Your face, eyes. Nose. Even your hair." I reached out

d so much

iggled. I feel free. Loose. Happy. Light headed. Alcohol does work. Or maybe my emotions are heightened because of the

n was

on something worth gazing at but he hasn't studied me once.

please." I said

I was cross. We just met physically a second

to the bartender, the man s

aid

ll did I choose to h

ng forward to take his glass. "I can buy my own drink." I added,

hing out to my purse on the bar counter and it slipped out of

strong. I blame how I am seated but there are other way

ear and just knowing he's

to me. He didn't stand however,

y skin. I'm sure he didn't do it on purpose but my eyes r

I taunted, trying to get

his fist. "When I get my hands on you, it wo

ierce and it burns through my soul. I felt a heat I doubt he experienced too. It's a shame. The one person I want to

alk?" He asked and I shook

ate questions but something about

under the sheets. I shook my head agai

d. "No." My voice was like

d. My feet are wobbly and I ended up falling on his chest instead. It was accidental, but I could stay here forever. I pushed

d my purse and walked me out of the club. The good thing is, no one paid attention. The bad thing is my heart i

thing? I don't know but this